This is what I crave…



Annabel Lee

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes! – that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Poem by Edgar Allan Poe

Poem source: http://m.poemhunter.com/poem/annabel-lee/

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Contents compiled: September 17 2016
Originally published: September 18 2016
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Short Stories

Are you a dreamer?



My mom always called my dad a dreamer. He had many lofty ideas but many of them were never executed. My mom on the other hand is more of a realist — having a plan,  seeking the means by which to accomplish her goals, all while tossing in a good serving of faith to see her through to victory! Yep,  my mom is a survivor! She knows how to make do with little and sure enough God always sends a good Samaritan to save the day. She is truly blessed!

Combine the dreamer and the realist and what do you get? A firstborn dreamer who knows how to make those dreams a reality. Yep,  I think I have a little of both mom and dad in me and I’m glad, because I can now relate to the lofty ideas of my dad but understand the work involved in making those dreams come true.

In the following poem,  it seems like the author was having a hard time deciphering if he was dreaming or if his dreams were becoming reality. It also seems as if he too was perceived as a dreamer by those around him and that may have made him feel alone.

Since poetry is subjective,  perhaps your interpretation would be very different from mine, so have a read and see how it speaks to you. Enjoy! 🌷

Quote from “Edgar Allan Poe’s Complete Poetical Works” by Edgar Allan Poe –

“A Dream within a Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow—
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream:
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand—
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep
While I weep—while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?”

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Contents compiled: September 27 2016
Originally published: September 27 2016
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